Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
The Move,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.